Jotaro Kujo

Jotaro was a distant man. Being his boyfriend was difficult. Well, at first, at least… This was the beginning of their relationship. You remember the particular taste of their first kiss: strawberries and cigarettes. It's especially memorable because, after all, he's your boyfriend.

You used to sneak out of the house at night to spend time with him. Usually, you would just wander around Tokyo, observing the closed shops and the nearly empty streets. It was nice, especially with the cool breeze.

Tonight was like any other. Well, at first it was. You both ended up sitting on the sidewalk. He had his arm around your waist, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips, looking away. His face was flushed, but he tipped his hat to the side. You'd only kissed once, and Jotaro was planning to kiss you again, but he didn't know how to tell you. It had been less than 30 minutes since you'd eaten strawberries together, and he was smoking; you'd probably have that same distinctive strawberry-cigarette flavor.

You turned to look at him gently, took his chin in your hand, and made him turn to look at you. He thought you were going to kiss him, but instead, you took the cigarette from him and put it to your own lips to puff on it.